Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto VIII (Edward Benlowes Poems)
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
The Admiration.ARGUMENT. Coeli trina MONAS, TRIAS una, faveto precanti! PERSONAS un? Tres DEITATE colo! Sunt tria, sunt & idem, Fons, ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
STOP , lady stop, my wretched tale attend,And to my wants your kind assistance lend:So may kind fortune e'er propitious ...
I. Not the Pellaean Conquerour, To whose insatiate restless Mind The spacious Globe too narrow did appear; It made him ...
'Twas night, and now advanc'd the solemn hour;The keeper of the prison, from his tow'r, Astonish'd, sees a form divinely ...
Their father's blessing on their knees they take,And now to Memphis quick advances make,Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast, The captive with his Midian masters past. At last rich Egypt's pleasant ...
My loyal Muse would feign aspire to sing The Praises of our gracious King: But, ah! 'twould ill become his ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground;Whilst all were mov'd, who their Attention ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
I. Hearken, (for it concerns you near) to me All you that happy wish to be. Would you be certain ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
As Merc'ry travell'd thro' a Wood, (Whose Errands are more Fleet than Good) An Elephant before him lay, That much ...
BRITANNIA's sons, once more rejoice,Let jocund mirth your cares dispel;Be it proclaim'd with cheerful voice,Each tongue the glad'ning tidings tell.Your ...
La voyageuse qui traverse les Halles ? la tomb?e de l'?t?Marchait sur la pointe des piedsLe d?sespoir roulait au ciel ...
WHILE Friendship, Frances! spreads my Muse's wing,Dwells on thy virtues, and allures to sing,If these weak hands could touch the ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
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